You're On My Frequency

As he was about to take a sip of his drink, the radio in his office crackled to life and his grip crushed the glass in his hand. He marched in there and grabbed the microphone, his voice steely as he said, "Whoever the fuck this is needs to stop. This is my station. So, just stop it okay?" He was panting after his chastening, and thought that would be the end of it until...

"Who is this?"